Triumph

Straight out middle of the road So fast you're brain wouldn't load But no more talking on my thoughts Time to turn it up Hes an actor, he could be a king He's rich and he's poor He could be anything He ain't all that tough but He ain't that rough But he'll triumph, yes, he'll triumph And he'll triumph, where is your love He don't care about his hair He don't care about his clothes They'll probably feel it Through his bones, time to turn it up The daily hunt makes David bread Sometimes he wishes he was dead Still probably feel it through his bones Its time to turn it up And he'll triumph, yes, he'll triumph And he'll triumph, where is your Where is your love Whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh Whoa oh oh Triumph Triumph Triumph Tri-uh-uh-umph He don't care about his hair He don't care about his clothes They'll probably feel it Through his bones, time to turn it up Straight out, middle of the road So fast you're brain wouldn't load But no more talking on my thoughts Time to turn it up And he'll triumph Yes, he'll triumph And he'll triumph Where is your love Triumph Triumph Triumph Where is the Where is the love Triumph Tri-uh-umph Triumph Tri-uh-uh-uhmph Triumph Triumph Triumph Tri-uh-uh-umph Tri-uh-uh-umph Tri-uh-uh-umph